Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Revenge is Sweet

RAISE your hand if you've never considered a way to exact revenge and "get even" with someone. If your hand is up, you're either very forgetful, have a selective memory, going through a "senior moment", and lightning will soon strike! It's part of human nature to feel mad and want to even the score...even for a "saint" like me!

Dating, romance...and being dumped or used. All stuff we go through in the game of love. Initially, you feel hurt and are embarrassed by questions like "Where is ...?" asked by friends and family. You may make excuses, tell fibs, change the subject so you don't have to admit a breakup has occurred.

Most times, you go on and finally tell people your version of the story. Doesn't matter if it's exactly true, but its something you'll stick to and feel better about yourself for saying. You can analyze and justify it in your head, and that's how you cope.

More power to you. Getting rid of a loser, even one you thought you loved, is better than being with one. I'll now tell you my story of revenge against an ex-boyfriend, the first and only time I ever "got even".

If you believe that, I have a bridge in New York I'd like to sell to you!

I dated Ron in college for months. I knew he was on academic probation but he didn't seem to be able to pull up his grades. Ron finally got word that he'd flunk out if he didn't leave, so he quit school. We were to spend his last weekend at the college together before he headed home and either went into the military or found a job.

We had plans; lots of couples stuff to do starting on a Friday night. He called me an hour before coming over to my dorm to let me know that an "old ex-girlfriend" surprised him by coming from a nearby college to say goodbye so if I didn't mind, he'd see her that night and see me the next day.

What could I say? Annoyed but trying to be reasonable, I agreed. We'd have all day Saturday to spend together. And, we'd spend Sunday morning before his bus left since he had to vacate the dorm that day.

Saturday morning came. He called again. His "ex" was still there, and wouldn't leave until late that night. Would I mind waiting to see him until Sunday?

Hell, yes, I minded. I remained calm as wheels in my head started turning. Ron apparently was dumping me for his "ex" and I didn't matter to him. Crushed at first, anger swiftly took its place and the word "revenge" planted itself in my brain. I had to do something to "get even".

Once again...but this time through gritted teeth...I agreed to his suggestion. But I was already formulating a plan in my head, one that would get the message through to his "male-ego" brain. Maybe he'd take note and not pull this type of "dumping" act on another female.

His plan was to leave at 11:00am on Sunday. The bus only came twice on Sundays...11:00am and 11:00pm. We were to meet after church at 10:00am at a spot on campus we liked to go to for coffee. We'd then go back to his dorm and I'd help him carry his stuff up "the hill" and into town to the bus stop.

I never went to meet him. He called at 10:15 and I said I was on my way. He called again at 10:30 and I told him the same thing. His final call came at 10:45. It was too late for him to catch the morning bus, but now he'd spend the rest of Sunday with me and take the 11:00pm bus. Since he had to vacate the dorm at noon, he figured I'd let him leave his stuff in my dorm room and help him carry it to the bus stop that night.

Now was my turn. I knew I'd delayed him from taking the earlier bus. I knew he'd have to wait 12 hours for the next bus. I knew he'd have nowhere to store his things. With a nonchalant tone in my voice, I told him I would be busy the rest of the day but wished him a happy life and promptly hung up. I had visions of him lugging his stuff to the bus stop and sitting there all day...and that was my act of revenge. I had to quell the curious streak urging me to go "peek" and see if he waited there hopefully full of regret.

That's my version...and I'm sticking to it! So, what's your tale of revenge or "getting even"?

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jean hart stewart said...

Loved it. A sweet revenge and no trouble to you to execute it...Jean

Carla Cassidy said...

Good story! Unfortunately I'm usually too much of a wuss to get revenge on anyone.

Solange Ayre said...

It's difficult to achieve revenge to the correct degree.

Castration - too severe.

Helping him haul his stuff around and breaking something - insufficient.

Severely inconveniencing him and letting him stew in his own juices for 12 hours - JUST RIGHT.

Sandy said...

Well, Marianne, that's a good story. I never ever got revenge on a boyfriend, but I did on the boys in the apartment above us. Grin. When I was in my 20's, I lived in an apartment with two other girls. The guys overhead partied every Friday and Saturday night and during the week, too.

We couldn't get any sleep, so one day I went upstairs to talk to them. I explained the situation and asked if they could keep it down during the week when we had to get up early to go to work.

That very night they had a party. I plotted with my roommates, and since I loved to bake I made them some chocolate chip cookies and put ex-lax in them and took them to the boys Saturday. It was the quietest night we had since we'd moved into the complex. lol


amber skyze said...

Ahh, revenge is sweet. Great story, Marianne

Mona Risk said...

Marianne, good for you. It's a funny sweet revenge. As Carla said it, I too am too much of a wuss to get revenge on anyone. I just let go and eventually forget.

Marianne Stephens said...

Thanks Carla, Mona, Jean, Amber for leaving commemts! Love Solange's level of revenge explanation and Sandy's revenge by ex-lax story!!

anita birt said...

I wish I could think of a clever revenge but my aged mind has blanked out. Loved your story. I thought you were very clever to plot your revenge. Maybe you should write a book - or two, about how to get even and live to tell the tale. Thanks for posting it.

Jessa Slade said...

Revenge IS a dish best served cold :) Your calculated plot was perfect since it echoed elements of his misbehavior: He made you wait, so you made him wait. He moved on with his life, and so did you -- just a little sooner than he'd anticipated.

Marianne Stephens said...

Can't write a book about revenge since that was the ONLY time I did something like that...right!!!!

I amazed myself and suitemates as to my cunning plan...they thought I was such a shy, quiet, reserved girl who'd NEVER do something like that!